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Date Posted: 12:06:56 07/30/03 Wed
Author: psylocke~~elizabeth braddock~~
Subject: joining

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They're all staring. They desist all actions: the rowdy teens discontinued all of their rantings; members of the faculty stopped dead in their tracks and turned their attention to me. Time seemed to stop. It was like she was caught in another dimension--though that wasn't anything new. Jaws dropped, eyes wide; they glared on at her--burned holes in the back of her head. She was shaking. Trembling. Would they accept her? Would they allow her to stand on their side? Or would they desert her? Would they all laugh in her face? On the runway, she had to perform with perfection: she had to turn just right; smile just right; look just right. She had to execute her job without flaws. Though this wasn't her job, and here she didn't have to be without faults, or without blemishes. Here she could just be herself. Elizabeth Braddock. Psylocke. But would pass aliases slip? Would they point and call out? They couldn't know of her past, could they? It wasn't possible, they were only human--right? Oh, but she was wrong, and she knew it. They were mutants; through and through--and mutants could be unpredictable at times. She should be honored, though, by her lineage and by her past. Daughter of the famous Sr. James Braddock and Elizabeth Braddock; sister of James Braddock, Jr. and the famous Captain Brittain--Brian Braddock. Her hips rolled as she strode forth from the entryway; moving with both elegance and ease--credit given to years in the modelling business. Swarthy locks fell to her shoulder, though when interrogated fully--and under the light--they glimmered a sleek, and incandescent, magenta that shimmered and sparkled. Her skin, tanned to a bronze finish, was hidden beneath a cascading wine-tinted dress that trailed behind her as she advanced. Over this choice of silken attire, she wore a hooded cape that was of a deep mulberry and swept across the floor and masked her form with shadows and velvet clothe. Eyes captivated so many things at once: they seemed to hold the creamy azure skies that can be seen on the brightest mornings of springs; they obtained the endless ocean's sapphire pigmentations as waves crashed against the shore; they glimmered like a moonless midnight that still held hope for the morning to come as the stars faded against the velvety black depths. Her full, rogue lips curled into a soft smile that grew into a sudden impish smirk; pearly whites glimmering under the light that showered down from the lamps above. The Institute reminded her much of her home--Braddock Mansion, which had once been located in England before it's destruction. Slender arm was revealed as it pushed forth from the warm depths of the cloak and reached up to pull the hood over her face; grinning with a certain cunningness as eyes shifted to each other's before returning back to previous actions. Awaiting further instructions, she ran her talon-like fingernail along the scarlet tatoo that remained over her left eye. Just feeling the ink made previous events and past memories sprout and fluorish in her mind--which she'd rather not think of. At this time, though, she wandered what other powers she would encounter here at Xavier's Institute. She was sure to encounter others with telekinetic abilities like herself, but there was a slim possibility others knew of the 'Psychic Knife' technique, as she herself performed. She wondered, just then, if they were reading her mind--like she could to others. She shut out all memories, all thoughts--keeping her mind blank. Simply blank. What if they can hear her? What if they know of her darkest secrets, now? What if... But she suddenly eased her tensed muscles and tapped her boot-clad foot lightly on the cold floor; scanning the area. Theere are so many things here for her to learn, for her to experience. She would be able to enhance her mind communication skills. She would increase in skills over her 'mental bolts' and creating illusions and thoughts in another's mind. She knew, deep inside of her, that she would grow to love it here.

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also -- psylocke~~elizabeth braddock~~, 12:18:12 07/30/03 Wed
- slight change -- psylocke, 12:52:41 07/31/03 Thu